Cold. Colder. Coldest. That about describes January so far in the Sunshine State. Here in the Bay Area we've set new records for longest number of days below 60 degrees and coldest overnight temperatures. I've found frozen lizards in our backyard and ice on the kids' picnic table.
Baby, it's cold outside.
We've finally reached the end of this two week cold snap and our daytime highs should return to the normal range of upper 60's to low 70's. Finally, a proper Florida winter.
I had to pull out my heavy blue jacket, the one from Land's End with the Polartec lining. I only get it once or twice a year, but it became my constant companion for a few days, even serving as a blanket over my legs while sitting in church last Sunday.
It's the jacket I bought several years ago for an early spring trip to Greece and Turkey.
We were following in the footsteps of Paul, traveling to Athens, Corinth, Thessoloniki, and Ephesus. That area of the Mediterranean is cold in March, enough so that we needed heavy jackets, hats, scarves, and gloves. I'd read about the hardships that Paul suffered on his journeys: shipwreck, illness, prison. But I wasn't prepared for bitter cold. No wonder Paul asks Timothy to bring him his cloak and to hurry before winter sets in. (Rome must have been similarly cold.)
I don't think I would have made it through that trip without my windproof, lined, winter jacket. How much more do I appreciate Paul and the early missionaries for braving the cold to bring the warmth of the gospel to the world.